Slimantics: Which Mississippi?
When my out-of-state friends ask me about Mississippi, I generally respond by asking, “Which one?”
Slimantics: The year of unfinished business
This is my last column of 2020 and like most things in 2020, I’m ready to be done with it. (the year, not the column, I mean).
Slimantics: STOP THE EGG BOWL STEAL!
Like most PATRIOTIC Mississippians, we awoke Sunday morning in great anticipation of reading about Mississippi State’s BIGLY win in the Egg Bowl on Saturday.
Slimantics: Don’t let Hallmark ruin your Christmas
The subject for today is the Christmas movie or, more specifically, the Hallmark Channel Christmas movie.
Slimantics: A vote for the future honors the past
By the time you read this, you may have already voted in this year’s election. If you haven’t, what are you waiting for?
Slimantics: Sticking your head out in the middle of a tornado
There has long been an unwritten rule that columnists don’t use their columns to take shots at what other columnists have written. That’s a position I have always embraced, but there are exceptions.
Slimantics: Letter-writing in the time of COVID-19
It’s only been a couple of weeks since Americans have been “sheltering at home,” yet some folks are already showing signs of discontent.
Slimantics: A working man in a working man’s program
In some respects, the 32nd and 33rd football coach in Mississippi State history are much alike.
Slimantics: Funny business in tax, education reform
A funny thing happened when the Mississippi Legislature ended its 2016 session in April. Scarcely anything was done to address the serious issues facing our state. That’s hardly surprising, of course. It happens every year.
Dispatch writer nabs two regional awards
Dispatch columnist Slim Smith took home two first place awards at the 2015 Louisiana-Mississippi Associated Press Media Editors Awards.
Slimantics: How to ruin a state without really trying
Each January, the Mississippi Legislature convenes in Jackson and collectively loses its mind for a few months. The session ends in April – and not a nanosecond too soon – giving Mississippians a couple of months to contemplate the impending carnage that will ensue on July 1, when the new laws go into effect.
Slimantics: A case of questionable answers
On Jan. 1, 1935, The Dispatch introduced a new daily feature on Page 1.
Outside of the newspaper’s masthead, it is probably the only thing in The Dispatch that hasn’t changed over the intervening 80-plus years.
Slimantics: Tupelo owes an enduring debt to Jack Reed Sr.
In Tupelo, Elvis is king.
In fact, he is more prominent in death than he ever was in life. Up until his death in 1977, the only homage paid to the entertainer in the town of his birth was a small park in East Tupelo, which was home to a swimming pool, youth center and the small two-room shotgun house where he was born in 1935. There were no celebrations or festivals in the city to celebrate him.
Policing isn’t always as easy as the good guys versus the bad guys
There is probably no harsher critic of law enforcement officers than my friend, Bill.
Slimantics: When a ‘thank you’ is enough
Tess and I finished decorating the Christmas tree early Saturday evening. We turned the lights out and examined our handiwork, with only the colored lights on the tree illuminating the den, and pronounced it a success.
Slimantics: Winter’s wisdom: A season of quiet
A co-worker greeted me as she arrived at work Thursday with a casual observation.
Slimantics: Losing an old friend
On of my Facebook friends died Wednesday. Maybe you’ve heard of him. His name was John Dawson Winter III. He was 70 and died while on a business trip in Zurich, Switzerland.
Slimantics: Carole McReynolds Davis: Irreplaceable
One thing about Southerners is that we are, at heart, conformists.
Slimantics: We don’t even get to buy our own politicians anymore
Today marks the end of one of the most regrettable political campaigns in recent Mississippi history.
Slimantics: 8 O’May stirs meditations on the nature of emancipation
Until recently, the only significant thing for me about May 8 was that it is my brother’s birthday.
Long-time Columbus residents will forgive my ignorance on this topic, I am sure.